[00:00.00] 作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray
[00:01.00] 作词 : Heaton, Rotheray
[00:14.10]Think of you with pipe and slippers
[00:21.54]Think of her in bed
[00:23.45]Laying there just watching telly
[00:26.73]Then think of me instead
[00:28.70]I'll never grow so old and flabby
[00:31.48]That could never be
[00:33.82]Don't marry her, for me
[00:37.86]And your love light shines like cardboard
[00:40.81]But your work shoes are glistening
[00:43.28]She's a PhD in "I told you so"
[00:45.60]You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
[00:47.70]She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
[00:50.29]Then slowly raise her knee
[00:52.72]Don't marry her, for me
[00:56.70]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
[01:02.08]And you realise you can't make it anyway
[01:06.67]You have to wash the car
[01:09.20]Take the kiddies to the park
[01:12.27]Don't marry her, for me
[01:17.08]Those lovely Sunday mornings
[01:19.67]With breakfast brought in bed
[01:22.00]Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
[01:24.33]Trying to peck your head
[01:26.75]Those birds will peck your soul out
[01:29.21]And throw away the key
[01:31.48]Don't marry her, for me
[01:35.85]And the kitchen's always tidy
[01:38.80]And the bathroom's always clean
[01:40.64]She's a diploma in "just hiding things"
[01:43.19]You've a first in "low esteem"
[01:45.46]When your socks smell of angels
[01:47.83]But your life smells of Brie
[01:50.77]Don't marry her, for me
[01:55.11]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
[02:00.02]And you realise you can't make it anyway
[02:04.05]You have to wash the car
[02:07.09]Take the kiddies to the park
[02:09.51]Don't marry her, for me
[02:17.51]
[02:52.25]And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
[02:58.82]And you realise you can't make it anyway
[03:04.08]You have to wash the car
[03:05.93]Take the kiddies to the park
[03:08.33]Don't marry her, for me